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Military Drier of lie Loyal Legion of tie DniteJ States. 






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Commandery of the State of Pennsylvania. 



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.^ THERE IS A GLORIOUS BANNER. 

By Companion Major Edmond Butler, U. S. Army. 

There is a glorious banner — 

I 've seen it float in pride 
Above the broad Missouri 

And o'er old Hudson's tide ; 
I 've seen it gaily waving 

In Venice by the sea ; 
In England's pleasant waters, 

On Clyde and on the Lee. 

In England's pleasant waters, etc. 

Where'er that flag is floating — 

From Plata to the Nore — 
From Norway's frozen limits 

To Fuego's distant shore — 
The eye of Toil is lifted 

In Love and Hope, to see 
The Banner of our P'athers — 

The Standard of the Free. 

The Banner of our Fathers, etc. 

Oh, may that banner ever 

In growing glory wave, 
A sign of Hope to Nations — 

Of Freedom to the Slave ! 
And, when our eyes are closing, 

May our last vision be 
That Banner of our Fathers 

Still floating o'er the free. 

That Banner of our Fathers, etc. 



I'VE GOT A LITTLE LIST. 

As some day it may happen that a victim must be found, 

I 've got a httle list, — I 've got a little list 
Of social offenders who might well be underground, 

And who never would be missed — who never would be missed ! 
There 's the pestilential nuisances who write for autographs, 
All people who have flabby hands and irritating laughs, 
All children who are up in dates, and floor you with 'em flat, 
All persons who in shaking hands shake hands with you like Ihal, 
And all third persons who on spoiling tete-a-ietes insist — 

They 'd none of 'em be missed — they 'd none of 'em be missed ! 
Chorus. — He's got 'em on the list — he 's got 'em on the list; 
And they'll none of 'em be missed — they'll none of 'em be missed! 

There 's the nigger serenader, and the others of his race. 

And the piano-organist — I 've gov him on the list; 
And the people who eat peppermint and puff it in your face, — 
They never would be missed — they never would be missed ! 
Then the idiot who praises, with enthusiastic tone, 
All centuries but this, and every country but his own ; 
And the lady from the provinces, who dresses like a guy. 
And who doesn't think she waltzes, but would rather like to try; 
And that singular anomaly, the lady novelist, — 

I don't think she 'd be missed — I 'm sure she'd not be missed! 
Chorus. — He 's got her on the list — he 's got her on the list ; 
And I do n't think she '11 be missed — I 'm sttrr she '11 not be missed ! 

And that nisi prius nuisance, who just now is rather rife, 

The judicial humorist — I 've got him on the list ! 
All funny fellows, comic men, and clowns of private life^ — 

They'd none of 'em be missed — they'd none of 'cm be missed ! 
And apologetic statesmen of a compromising kind, 

Such as, What-d' ye-call-him, Thing-'em-bob, and likewise Never-mind, 
And 'vSt-'st-'st, and \Vhat-'s-his-name, and also You-know-who, — 
The task of filling up the blanks I 'd rather leave to you. 
But it really doesn't matter whom you put upon the list, 

For they 'd none of 'em be missed — they 'd none of 'em be missed ! 

Chorus. — You may put 'em on the list — you may put 'em on the list ; 
And they '11 none of 'em be missed — they '11 none of 'em be missed ! 



BATTLE-HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC. 

By Mrs. Ji;lia Ward Howe. 

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord, 
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored, 
He hath loosed the fateful lightnings of His terrible swift sword, 
His truth is marching on. 

I have seen Him in the watchfires of an hundred circling camps — 
They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps ; 
I can read His righteous sentence by their dim and flaring lamps ; 
His day is marching on. 

I have read a fiery gospel, writ in rows of burnished steel — 
' As ye deal with My contemners, so with you My grace shall deal ; 
Let the Hero, bom of woman, crush the serpent with his heel, 
Since God is marching on." 

He has sounded forth the trumpet that .shall never call retreat — 
He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment-seat — 
Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him 1 be jubilant, my feet ! 
Our God is marching on. 

In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea. 
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me ; 
As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free, 
^Yhilc God is marching on. 



UNCLE NED. 

I once knew a darkey, and his name was Uncle Ned, 

Oh, he died long ago — long ago ; 
He had no hair on the top of his head, — 

De place where de wool ought to grow. 

Chorus. — Lay down de shovel and de hoe. 
Hang up de fiddle and de bow. 
For no more work for poor old Ned, — 
He 's gone where de good darkies go. 

His fingers were long, like de cane in de brake. 

And he had no eyes for to see ; 
And he had no teeth for to eat de hoe-cake. 
So he had to let de hoe-cake be. 
Chorus. — Lay down de shovel, etc. 

One cold, frosty morning old Ned died. 

Oh, de tears down massa's face run like de rain. 

For he knew when Ned was laid in de ground. 
He 'd nebber see his like again. 

Chorus. — Lay down de shovel, etc. 



JOHN MORGAN. 

John Morgan 's at your stalile door ; 

Where 's your mule ? oli, where 's your mule ? 
John Morgan 's at your stable door ; 

Where 's your mule ? oh, where 's your mule ? 
You '11 never see that mule no more — 
He '11 ride him till his back is sore, 
And leave him at some stranger's door, — 

There 's your mule ! oh, there 's your mule ! 

They 've stole that mule of mine away. 
And marked his back with C. S. A. 
He '11 come again, some other day. 
There 's your mule ! oh, there 's your mule ! 



BENNY HAVENS, O! 

By Companion Brevet Major-General JameS' McQuade. 

Pour forth a full libation, now, to Farragut, the brave, 

The idol of the navy, and the ruler of the wave ; 

He 's gone aloft, lashed in his shroud, where soon we all must go ; 

He 's waiting there, to welcome us, with Benny Havens, O ! 

Chorus. — With Benny Havens, O ! with Benny Havens, O ! 
He 's waiting there, to welcome us, 
With Benny Havens, O ! 

Beneath his daisy shelter-tent, in calm repose, Meade lies ; 
The stars he wore so brilliantly are transferred to the skies. 
Where, in the Army of the Blest, forevermore they glow 
Upon a private in the ranks, with Benny Havens, O 1 

Chorus. — With Benny Havens, etc. 

We'll cherish in our memory green, the gallant Sedgwick's name ; 

He lay down in a mantle of imperishal^le fame, 

To waken when the reveille shall summon friend and foe 

To everlasting brotherhood with Benny Havens, O ! 

Chorus. — With ]5enny Havens, etc. 

With wreath of immortelle the grave of Sumner 's fitly crowned ; 
As through the echoing halls of time his glories still resound, 
The page of truthful history fresh honors will bestow, — 
He '11 hand in hand by Reynolds stand, with Benny Havens, O 1 

Chorus. — With Benny Havens, etc. 

While gathered at the festive board, will yet remembered be 
The Army of the Cuml)erland, and of the Tennessee ; 
The broad Potomac, with their flood, unites in loving flow 
A mighty tide of comradeship with Benny Havens, C) 1 

Chorus. — With Benny Havens, etc. 

For our noble first commander we crush a cup of wine. 

To sprinkle on the laurels bright that round his deeds entwine ; 

To the well-beloved chieftain let bumpers ovcrtlow — 

May he live long to sing the song of Benny Havens, O I 

Chorus. — Of Benny Havens, etc. 



EVER BE HAPPY. 

Ever be happy, and light as thou art, 

Pride of the faithful heart ; 

Long be thy reign 

O'er land and main, — 

By the glaive, by the chart, — 

Queen of the faithful heart. 

Chorus. — Ever be happy, and light as thou art. 
Pride of the faithful heart ; 
Pride, pride of tlie faithful heart ; 
Pride, pride of the faithful heart. 

Ever be happy, and light as thou art, 

Joy unto all impart. 

We will obey 

Thee night and day ; 

With a will we will start. 

Pride, pride of every heart. 

Chorus. — Oh, ever be happy, and light as thou art, 
Joy unto all impart ; 
Joy, joy unto all impart ; 
Joy, joy unto all impart. 

Ever be happy, and light as thou art, 

Never from us depart. 

On the blue sea. 

Home of the free, 

Queen, queen of every heart ; 

Queen, queen of every heart. 

Chorus. — Oh, ever be happy, and light as thou art. 
Never from us depart ; 
Queen, queen of the faithful heart ; 
Queen, queen of the faithful heart. 



THE PIRATES' GLEE. 

See our oars, with feathered spray, 

Sparkle in the beam of day ; 

In our httle bark we glide 

Swiftly o'er the silvery tide. 

From yonder lonely, rocky shore, 

The warrior-hennit to restore, — 

The warrior-hermit to restore. 

And sweet the morning breezes blow, 

While thus in measured time we row ; 

We row, we row, in measured time we row. 



LOVE COMES LIKE A SUMMER SIG-H. 

Love comes like a summer sigh, 

Softly o'er you stealing ; 
Love comes, and you wonder why 

At its shrine you're kneeling. 
Love comes, and the days go by 

While your fate love 's sealing ; 
Love some day must come to all, 
Come to all, come to all ; 
Yes, in love all must fall, all must fall. 

Yes, love comes like a summer sigh, 
Softly o'er you stealing, etc. 



OH! LIVERPOOL JACK. 

Oh ! Liverpool Jack, with a tarpaulin hat ; 
Chorus. — Amelia, where 're you bound to? 

The Rocky Mountains are my home, 
Chorus. — Across the western ocean. 



HEAVE AWAY! HEIGH, 'O. 

Where are you going, my pretty maid ? 
I 'm going a-milking, sir, she said ; 
I 'm bound for the Rio Grande. 

Chorus. — Heave away I Heigh, 'O I 

Heave away 1 Heigh, 'O I Heigh, 'O I 

May I go with you, my pretty maid ? 
Oh, yes ; if you please, kind sir, she said. 
I 'm bound for the Rio Grande. 

Oiorus. — Heave away ! etc. 

Who is your father, my pretty maid ? 
My father 's a farmer, sir, she said. 
I 'm bound for the Rio Grande. 

Chorus. — Heave away ! etc. 

What is your fortune, my j)retty maid ? 
My face is my fortune, sir, she said. 
I 'm bound for the Rio Grande. 

Chorus. — Heave away I eti. 

Then I won't marry you, my pretty maid. 
Nobody asked you, sir, she said. 
I 'm bound for the Rio Grande. 

Chorus. — Heave away I etc. 



BUG-LE CALLS. 



INFANTRY REVEILLE. 



I can 't wake 'em up, I can 't wake 'em up, 

I can 't wake 'em up in the morning ; 

I can 't wake 'em up, I can't wake 'em up, 

I can 't wake 'em up at all. 
The corporal 's worse than the private, 
The sergeant 's worse than the corporal. 
The lieutenant 's worse than the sergeant, 

But the captain 's worst of all. 
Oh, I can 't wake 'em up, I can 't wake 'em up, 
I can 't wake 'em up in the morning; 
I can 't wake 'em up, I can 't wake 'em up, 

I can 't wake 'em up at all. 



SICK CALL. 



Dr. Jones says : Dr. Jones says : 
Come and get your quinine, quinine, quinine, 
Come and get your quinine, — 

Q_U-I-N-I-N-E ! 



CAVALRY STABLE CALL. 



All who are able, come, go to the stable. 

And give your horses some fodder and corn ; 

For if you do n't do it, the sergeant will know it. 
And you will catch , as sure as you 're born. 



THE GENERAL. 

Do n't you hear the General say 
Strike your tents, and march away ? 
Do n't you hear the General blow ? 
Strike those tents, and off we go. 
Strike tents ! strike tents ! 
Pack 'em up, pack 'em up, pack 'em up. 
Strike tents ! strike tents ! 
Pack 'em up quick, pack 'em up slick ; 
Strike tents ! 



THE ARMY AND THE NAVY. 

Though war has now with gory hand 

Spread gloom and terror round, 
Be not forgot the gallant band 

That all our et^les crowned ; 
And, while the glass you gaily pass. 
Where mirth and music charm ye. 
Oh, let the toast be Honor's boast — 
" The Army and the Navy ! 
The Navy and the Army ! " 
Oh, let the toast, etc. 

Our sailors, on the mountain wave, 

Our soldiers, on the field. 
With honor fight, humanely save, 

But never basely yield. 
Then, while the glass you gaily pass. 

This welcome tribute levy, 
A bumper toast to Honor's boast — 
" The Army and the Navy ! 
The Navy and the Army ! " 
Oh, let the toast, cU, 



THE LOYAL LEGIONIER. 

By Companion Krcvet Major-General James McQuade 

Ho 1 soldiers, sailors, and marines ! I sing a jolly blade. 

Who nobly fit into the war, and never was dismayed ; 

WTio never was dismayed, brave boys, nor walked off on his car ; — 

A gallant Union -saver was the Loyal Legionier. 

Chorus. — The loyal, loyal, loyal, loyal, Loyal Legionier, 
The loyal, loyal, loyal, loyal. Loyal Legionier. 
He takes a drink when he is asked, of whiskey, wine, or beer ; 
A gay and festive "sojer" is the Loyal Legionier. 



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COLUMBIA, THE GEM OF THE OCEAN. 

Oh, Columbia, the gem of the ocean. 

The home of the brave and the free, 
The shrine of each patriot's devotion, 

A world offers homage to thee ; 
Thy mandates make heroes assemble. 

When liberty's form stands in view, 
Thy Ijanner makes tyranny tremble, 

When borne by the Red, White, and Blue. 

Chorus. — When borne by the Red, White, and Blue, 
When borne by the Red, White, and Blue ; 
Thy banner makes tyranny tremble. 
When borne by the Red, White, and Blue. 

When war waged its wide desolation. 

And threatened our land to deform. 
The ark, then, of freedom's foundation, — 

Columbia, — rode safe through the storm 
With the garland of victory o'er her, 

When so proudly she bore her bold crew, — 
With her flag floating proudly before her, — 

The boast of the Red, White, and Blue. 

Choiits. — The boast of the Red, White, and Blue, etc. 

The wine-cup, the wine-cup bring hither. 

And fill your cup to the brim ; 
May the wreath they have won never wither. 

Nor the star of their glory grow dim. 
May the services, united, ne'er sever. 

And hold to their colors so true ; 
The Army and Navy forever — 

Three cheers for the Red, White, and Blue. 

Chorus. — Three cheers for the Red, White, and Blue, e/c. 



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STAR-SPANGLED BANNER. 

Oh, say, can you see by the dawn's early light, 

What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming ? 
Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight, 

O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming ; 
And the rockets' red glare, the bombs' bursting in air. 
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there ; 
Oh, say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave 
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave ? 

On that shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep. 
Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, 
Wliat is that which the breeze o'er the towering steep, 

As it fitfully blows, now conceals, now discloses ? 
Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam. 
In full glory reflected, nov/ shines on the stream ; 

'Tis the star-spangled banner! oh, long may it wave 
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave. 

And where are the foes, who so vauntingly swore 

That the havoc of war, and the battle's confusion, 
A home and a country should leave us no more ? 

Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. 
No refuge could. save the hireling and slave 
From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the giave ; 

And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave 
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave. 

Oh, thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand 

Between their loved homes and the war's desolation ; 
Blessed with victory and peace, may the heaven-rescued land 
Praise the power that hath made and preserved us a nation. 
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just. 
And this be our motto — " In God is our trust! " 

And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave 
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave. 



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THE MERMAID. 

'Twas Friday morn when we set sail, 
And we were not far from the land, 

When our captain spied a lovely mermaid 
With a comb and a glass in her hand. 

Chorus, — Oh, the ocean waves may roll, 

And the stormy winds may blow. 
While we, poor sailors, go skipping to the tops, 

And the land-lubbers lie down below, below, below. 



Chorus. ■ 



Then up spake the captain of our gallant ship, 
And a well-spoken man was he ; 
" I have married a wife in Salem town, 
And to-night she a widow will be." 

■ Oh, the ocean waves may roll, etc. 



Then up spake the cook of our gallant ship. 
And a fat old cook was he ; 
" I care much more for my kettles and my pots 
Than I do for the depths of the sea." 

Chorus. — Oh, the ocean waves may roll, etc. 

Then three times round went our gallant ship. 
And three times round went she ; 

Then three times round went our gallant ship. 
And she sunk to the bottom of the sea. 

Chorus, — Oh, the ocean waves may roll, etc. 



THE BATTLE-CRY OF FREEDOM. 

Yes, we '11 rally round the flag, boys, we '11 rally once again, 

Shouting the battle-cry of freedom ; 
We will rally from the hillside, we '11 gather from the plain, 

Shouting the battle-cry of freedom. 

Chorus. — The Union forever ! hurrah ! boys, hurrah ! 
Down with the traitor, up with the star. 
While we rally round the flag, boys, rally once again, 
Shouting the battle-cry of freedom. 

We are springing to the call for three hundred thousand more, 

Shouting the battle-cry of freedom. 
And we '11 fill the vacant ranks of our brothers gone before. 

Shouting the battle-cry of freedom. 

Chorus. — The Union forever, etc. 

We will welcome to our numbers the loyal, true, and brave, 

Shouting the battle-cry of freedom. 
And, although they may be poor, not a man shall be a slave, 
■ Shouting the battle-cry of freedom. 
Chorus. — The Union forever, etc. 

So we 're springing to the call from the East and from the West, 

Shouting the battle-cry of freedom. 
And we '11 hurl the rebel crew from the land we love the best, 

Shouting the battle-cry of freedom. 

Chorus. — The Union forever, etc. 



WE SAIL THE OCEAN BLUE. 

We sail the ocean blue, 

And our saucy ship 's a beauty ; 
We 're sober men, and true. 

And attentive to our duty. 
When the balls whistle free over the bright lilue sea. 

We stand to our guns all day ; 
When at anchor we ride on the Portsmouth tide, 

We have plenty of time for play. 

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WILLO'W, TITWILLOW. 

On a tree, by a river, a little tom-tit 

Sang " Willow, titwillow, titwillow ! " 
And I said to him, " Dicky-bird, why do you sit 

Singing ' Willow, titwillow, titwillow ' ? 
Is it weakness of intellect, birdie?" I cried, 
" Or a rather tough worm in your little inside ? " 
With a shake of his poor little head, he replied, 
" Oh, willow, titwillow, titwillow ! " 

He slapped at his chest, as he sat on that bough, 

Singing " Willow, titwillow, titwillow ! " 
And a cold perspiration bespangled his brow ; 

Oh, willow, titwillow, titwillow ! 
He sobbed, and he sighed, and a gurgle he gave. 
Then threw himself into the billowy wave. 
And an echo arose from the suicide's grave — 
" Oh, willow, titwillow, titwillow ! " 

Now I feel just as sure as I 'm sure that my name 

Is n't Willow, titwillow, titwillow, 
That 't was blighted affection that made him exclaim, 

" Oh, willow, titwillow, titwillow ! " 
And, if you remain callous and obdurate, I 
Shall perish as he did, and you will know why ; 
Though I prol)ably shall not exclaim, as I die, 

" Oh, willow, titwillow, titwillow ! " 



MEERSCHAUM PIPE. 

Oh, who will smoke my meerschaum pipe 

When I am far away ? 
Chorus. — Allie-Bazoo-Bazee-Bazan, 

From Kal-a-ma-zoo, in Mich-i-gan ; 
Bad man ! 

Oh, who will use my green umbrella. 
When I am far away ? 

Oh, who will kiss her ruby lips, 

When I am far away ? 
Chorus. — ^Some other man, some other man, 

From Kal-a-ma-zoo, in Mich-i-gan, cl. 

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GLdRY, HALLELUJAH! 

John Brown's body lies a-mouldering in the grave, 
John Brown's body lies a-mouldering in the grave, 
John Brown's body lies a-mouldering in the grave, 
His soul is marching on. 

Chorus. — Glory ! glory, hallelujah ! 
Glory ! glory, hallelujah ! 
Glory ! glory, hallelujah ! 
His soul is marching on. 

He 's gone to be a soldier in the army of the Lord ! 
He 's gone to be a soldier in the army of the Lord ! 
He 's gone to be a soldier in the army of the Lord ! 
His soul is marching on. 

Chorus. — Glory! glory, ^/"r. 

John Brown's knapsack is strapped upon his back ! 
John Brown's knapsack is strapped upon his back ! 
John Brown's knapsack is strapped upon his back ! 
His soul is marching on. 

Chorus. — Glory ! glory, e(c. 

His pet lambs will meet him on the way. 
His pet lambs will meet him on the way. 
His pet lambs will meet him on the way. 
And they '11 go marching on. 
Chorus. ^- Glory ! glory, eic. 

They will hang Jeff Davis on a sour apple tree. 
They will hang Jeff Davis on a sour apple tree, 
They will hang Jeff Davis on a sour apple tree. 
As they go marching on. 
Chorus. — Glory ! glory, eic. 

Now three rousing cheers for the Union, 
Now three rousing cheers for the Union, 
Now three rousing cheers for the Union, 

As we go marching on. 

Hip, hip, hip, hip, hurrah ! 

Chorus. — Glory ! glory, eic. 
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IN THE LOUISIANA LOWLANDS. 

Way down in Louisiana, not many years ago, 

There lived a colored gemblum, his name was Pompey Snow ; 

He played upon de banjo, and on de tambourine. 

And for rattling of de bones he was de greatest eber seen 

In the Louisiana lowlands, lowlands, lowlands, 

In the Louisiana lowlands low. 

Chorus. — In the Louisiana lowlands, etc. 

One night ole Pompey started off to play for Caesar Clum, 
But, afore he went, he fortified with a good stout glass of rum ; 
When on the road he thought he saw a darkey tall and grim. 
So Pompey laid de banjo down to break de darkey's shin, 
In the Louisiana lowlands, etc. 

Says he, " Old chap, just move along, or else I '11 spoil your face ; " 
But dis darkey did n't seem to move from out his hiding-place ; 
So, drawing back, he crooked his head, and down at him, cachunk ; 
But Pompey made a sad mistake, for 't was nothing but a stump 
In the Louisiana lowlands, ctr. 

The stump it proved a little hard, too hard for Pompey's wool ; 

For, when he struck, the hickory knot went through the darkey's skull. 

They found his Isanjo by his side, and Pompey lying dead. 

Spokcit. — And, ladies and gentlemen, this is the first time upon record that 
it was ever known of a darkey ever coming to his death 

By de breaking of his head. 

CJioriis. — And dey buried him in the lowlands, lowlands, lowlands. 
Den dey buried him in de lowlands low. 



OH! GEN'RAL TAYLOR G-AINED THE DAY. 

Oh ! Gen'ral Taylor gained the day. 
Chorus. — Down on the plains of Mexico. 

And Santa Auna ran away ; 
Chorus. — Hurray ! Santa Anna. 



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OUR FLAG'S COME BACK TO TENNESSEE. 

Move my arm-chair, faithful Pompey, 

In the sunlight, clear and strong; 
For this world is fading, Pompey, 

Massa won't be with you long; 
And I fain would hear the south wind 

Bring once more the sound to me 
Of the wavelets softly breaking 

On the shores of Tennessee. 

Mournful though the ripples murmur, 

As they still the story tell 
How no vessels float the banner 

That I 've loved so long and well, 
I shall listen to their music, 

Dreaming that again I see 
Stars and stripes, on sloop and shallop, 

Sailing up the Tennessee. 

Thus he watches cloud-bow shadows 

Glide from tree to mountain crest, 
Softly creeping, aye, and ever, 

To the river's yielding breast. 
Ha ! above the foliage yonder 

Something flutters bold and free — 
Massa, Massa ! Hallelujah ! 

The flag 's come back to Tennessee ! 

Pompey, hold me on your shoulder, 

Help me stand on foot once more. 
That I may salute the colors 

As they pass my caljin door. 
Nevermore shall treason trail thee, 

Glorious emblem of the free ; 
God and Union ])e our watchword 

Evermore in Tennessee. 



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LARBOARD WATCH. 

At dreary midnight's cheerless hour, 
Deserted e'en by Cynthia's beam, 
When tempests beat, and torrents pour, 
And twinkhng stars no longer gleam, 
The wearied sailor, spent with toil, 

Clings firmly to the weather shrouds. 
And still, the lengthening hour to 'guile. 
Sings, as he views the gathering clouds, 
Larboard watch, ahoy ! 
Chorus. — But who can speak the joy he feels, 
While o'er the foam his vessel reels, 
And his tired eyelids slumbering fall ; 
He rouses at the welcome call 
Of Larboard watch, ahoy ! 

With anxious care he eyes each wave 

That, swelling, threatens to o'erwhelm ; 
And, his storm-beaten bark to save, 

Directs with skill the faithful helm. 
With joy he drinks the cheering grog 

'Mid storms that bellow loud and hoarse; 
With joy he heaves the reeling log. 
And marks the leeway and the course. 
Larboard watch, ahoy ! 
Chorus. — But who can speak, etc. 



ROLLING HOME. 

Up aloft, amid the rigging, swiftly blows the favoring gale. 
Strong as spring-time in its blossom, filling out each bending sail ; 
And the waves we leave behind us seem to murmur as they rise. 
We have tarried here to bear you to the land you dearly prize. 
Chorus. — Rolling home, rolling home, rolling home across the sea ; 

Rolling home to fair Columbia, rolling home, dear land, to thee. 

Full ten thousand miles behind us, and a thousand miles before, 
Ancient ocean heaves to bind us to the well-remembered shore ; 
New-born breezes swell to waft us to our childhood's welcome skies, 
To the glow of friendly faces and the glance of loving eyes. 
Chorus. — Rolling home, etc. 

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SAILING. 

Y' heave ho ! my lads, the wind blows free, 

A pleasant gale is on our lee, 

And soon, across the ocean clear. 

Our gallant bark shall bravely steer ; 

But, ere we part from England's shores to-night, 

A song we'll sing for home and beauty bright. 

Chorus. — ^Then here 's to the sailor, and here 's to the hearts so true 
Who will think of him upon the waters blue — 
Sailing, sailing over the bounding main ; 
For many a stormy wind shall blow ere Jack comes home again. 

The sailor's life is bold and free ; 
His home is on the rolling sea; 
And never heart more true and brave 
Than he who launches on the wave. 
Afar he speeds, in distant climes to roam ; 
With jocund song he rides the sparkling foam. 

Chorus. — Then here's to the sailor, etc. 

The tide is flowing with the gale — 
Y' heave ho ! my lads, set every sail ; 
The harbor bar we soon shall clear — 
P'arewell once more, to home so dear ; 
For, when the tempest rages loud and long. 
That home shall be our guiding-star among. 

Chorus. — Then here's to the sailor, etc. 



ONE -WIDE RIVER TO CROSS. 

We'll float together, we'll float together, 
There 's one wide river to cross. 
Chorus. — One wide river, there 's one wide river to cross. 

Three of a kind they beat two pair. 
There 's one wide river to cross. 

We '11 chase the Devil around a stump, ' 
There 's one wide river to cross. 

Fluke-ma-gilda ! Fluke-ma-gilda ! 
There 's one wide river to cross. 

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WAKE, NICODBMUS. 

Nicodemus, the slave, was of African birth, 

And was bought for a bag full of gold ; 
He was reckoned as part of the salt of the earth, 

But he died, years ago, very old. 
'Twas his last sad request — so we laid him away 

In the trunk of an old hollow tree ; 
" Wake me up," was his charge, " at the first break of day ; 
Wake me up for the Great Jubilee ! " 
Chorus. — The good time coming is almost here. 
It was long, long, long on the way ; 
Now, run and tell Elijah to hurry up Pomp, 
And meet us at the gum-tree down in the swamp, 
To wake Nicodemus to-day. 

He was known as a prophet, at least was as wise. 

For he told of the battles to come ; 
And we trembled with dread when he rolled up his eyes. 

And we heeded the shake of his thumb. 
Though he clothed us with fear, yet the garments he wore 

Were in patches at elbow and knee ; 
And he still wears the suit that he used to, of yore. 

As he sleeps in the old hollow tree. 

Nicodemus was never the sport of the lash. 

Though the "bullet has oft crossed his path ; 
There were none of his masters so brave or so rash 

As to face such a man in his wrath. 
Yet his g-reat heart with kindness was filled to the brim — 

He obeyed, who was born to command ; 
But he longed for the morning which then was so dim — 

For the morning which now is at hand. 

'Twas a long, weary night; we were almost in fear 

That the future was more than he knew ; 
'T was a long, weary night ; but the morning is near, 

And the words of our prophet are true. 
There are signs in the sky that the darkness is gone, 

There are tokens in endless array ; 
While the storm which had seemingly banished the dawn, 
Only hastens the advent of day. 

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THE FLOWERS THAT BLOOM IN THE SPRING. 

The flowers that bloom in the spring, tra-la, 

Breathe promise of merry sunshine ; 
As we merrily dance and sing, tra-la. 
We welcome the hope that they bring, tra-la. 
Of a summer of roses and wine. 
And that 's what we mean when we say that a thing 
Is welcome as flowers that bloom in the spring. 
Tra-la, la-la, la-la, la-la. 

Chorus. — And that's what we mean, etc. 

The flowers that bloom in the spring, tra-la, 

Have nothing to do with the case ; 
I 've got to take under my wing, tra-la, 
A most unattractive old thing, tra-la, 
With a caricature of a face. 
And that 's what I mean when I say, or I sing, 
" Oh, bother the flowers that bloom in the spring ! " 
Tra-la, la-la, la-la, la- la. 

Chorus. — And that 's what he means, etc. 



COLUMBIA RULES THE SEA. 

The pennon flutters in the breeze, the anchor comes apeak, 
" Let fall ; sheet home ! " the briny foam and ocean's waste we seek. 
The booming gun speaks our adieu, fast fades our native shore ; 
Columbia free shall rule the sea, — Columbia evermore. 

We go the tempest's wrath to dare, the billows' maddened play ; 
Now climbing high against the sky, now rolling low away ; 
While "Yankee oak" bears "Yankee hearts," courageous to the core, 
Columbia free shall rule the sea, — Columbia evermore. 

We '11 bear her flag around the world, in thunder and in flame ; 
The sea-girt isles a wreath of smiles shall form around her name ; 
The winds shall pipe her preans loud, the billowy chorus roar 
Columbia free shall rule the sea, — Columbia evermore. 



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TRAMP, TRAMP, TRAMP. 

In the prison-cell I sit, 

Thinking, mother dear, of you, 
And our bright and happy home, so far away ; 

And the tears they fill my eyes. 
Spite of all that I can do, 

Though I try to cheer my comrades and be gay. 

Chorus. — Tramp, tramp, tramp, the boys are marching ; 
Cheer up, comrades, they will come ; 
And, beneath the starry flag, we shall breathe the air again 
Of the free land in our own beloved home. 

In the battle-front we stood 

When the fiercest charge they made. 
And they swept us off" — a hundred men or more; 

But, before we reached their lines. 
They were beaten back dismayed. 

And we heard the cry of victory o'er and o'er. 

Chorus. — Tramp, trainp, tramp, etc. 

So, within the prison-cell. 

We are waiting for the day 
That shall come to open wide the iron door ; 

And the hollow eye grows bright. 
And the poor heart almost gay. 

As we think of seeing friends and home once more. 

Chorus. — Tramp, tramp, tramp, etc. 



I "WISH I WAS OLD STORMY'S SON. 



Chorus. - 



Chorus. - 



I wish I was old Stormy's son. 
- Aye, aye, aye. Mister Storm-a-long. 

I 'd build a ship of a thousand ton. 
-To my way, Storm-along. 
Way-hey, Storm-a-long. 



ANNIE LAURIE. 

Maxwelton's braes are bonnie, 

Where early falls the dew, 
'Twas there that Annie Laurie 

Gave me her promise true. 
Gave me her promise true, 

Which ne'er forgot can be ; 
But for bonnie Annie Laurie 

I 'd lay me down and dee. 

Her brow is like the snow-drift, 

Her throat is like the swan, 
Her face it is the fairest 

That e'er the sun shone on. 
That e'er the sun shone on. 

And dark-blue is her e'e. 
And for bonnie Annie Laurie 

I 'd lay me down and dee. 

Like dew, on the gowans lying. 

Is the fall of her fairy feet ; 
And, like winds in summer sighing, 

Her voice is low and sweet. 
Her voice is low and sweet. 

And she 's all the world to me. 
And for bonnie Annie Laurie 

I 'd lay me down and dee. 



BA-BE-BI-BO-BU. 

Ba-ba, Be-be, Bi-bi, Ba-be-bi, 
Bo-bo, Ba-be-bi-bo, Bu-bu, 
Ba-be-l^i-bo-bu. 



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AMERICA. 

My country, 'tis of thee, 
Sweet land of liberty, 

Of thee I sing ! 
Land where my fathers died, 
Land of the pilgrims' pride, 
From every mountain side 

Let freedom ring. 

My native countiy, thee, 
Land of the noble, free — 

Thy name I love ; 
I love thy rocks, and rills, 
Thy woods, and templed hills ; 
My heart with rapture thrills 

Like that above. 

Let music swell the breeze. 
And ring from all the trees 

Sweet freedom's song ; 
Let mortal tongues awake, 
Let all that breathe partake. 
Let rocks their silence break, 

The sound prolong. 

Our fathers' God, to Thee, 
Author of liberty, 

To Thee we sing ; 
Long may our land be bright 
With freedom's holy light ; 
Protect us liy Thy might, 

Great CJod, our King. 



A "LEE GANG"WAY" SONG. 

There was a gal in our town, 
Her name was Betsey Taylor ; 

Bill Bowline was her lover bold, 
He went to sea in a whaler. 

Choj'us. — Ri-fol-de-rol, ri-fol-de-rol, 
Ri-fol-de-rol, de-ri-do. 

When up there came a great big squall, 

As black as old Othello ; 
It struck Bill's ship, and down she went. 

With every blessed fellow. 

When Betsey Ann she hear this news, 

Her crinoline she adjusted. 
Then jumped into a well, and drank 

Cold water until she busted. 

Old Ironsides, that good old ship, 
So well she did behave her. 

She whipped the Cyane and Levant, 
The Guerriere and the Java. 

The Wasp and Frolic took a turn 

Out on the broad Atlantic ; 
Our " firing low " was all the go. 

And drove John Bull quite frantic. 

We had an Enterprise-ing brig, 

Who met a British Boxer, 
And proved that lads of Yankee birth 

Could whip the original stock, sir. 

Poor Jack ! he leads an awful life, 
With cuffing and with kicking ; 

And, when he dies, he flies around — 
A Mother Carey's chicken. 

Oh, give the parson lemonade, 

The ladies sugar-candy — 
But give to me, where'er I go. 

Good whiskey, gin, or Ixandy. 

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THE BANNER OP THE STARS. 

Hurrah ! boys, hurrah ! fling our banner to the breeze ; 

Let the enemies of freedom see its folds again unfurled ; 
And down with the pirates that scorn upon the seas 

Our victorious Yankee banner — sign of Freedom to the World ! 

Chorus. — We '11 never have a new flag, for ours is the true flag, 

The true flag, the true flag, the Red, White and Blue flag ; 
Hurrah ! boys, hurrah ! we will carry to the wars 
The old flag, the free flag, the Banner of the Stars ! 

And what though its white shall be crimsoned with our blood ? 

And what though its stripes shall be shredded in the storms ? 
To the torn flag, the worn flag, we '11 keep our promise good. 

And we '11 bear the starry blue field with gallant hearts and arms. 
Chorus. — We '11 never have a new flag, etc. 

Then cursed be he who would strike our starry flag ! 

May the God of Hosts be with us as we smite the traitor down ! 
And cursed be he who would hesitate or lag 

Till the dear flag, the fair flag, with victory we crown ! 

Chorus. — We '11 never have a new flag, etc. 



OLD FOLKS AT HOME. 

'Way down upon the Swanee ribber, far, far away, 
Dere 's wha' my heart is turning eber, dere "s wha' de old folks stay. 
All up and down de whole creation sadly I roam, 
Still longing for de old plantation, and for de old folks at home. 
Chorus. — All de world am sad and dreary, eberywhere I roam. 
Oh, darkies, how my heart grows weary. 
Far from de old folks at home. 

All round de little farm I wandered when I was young ; 
Den many happy days I squandered, many de songs I sung. 
When I was playing wid my brudder, happy was I, — 
Oh, take me to my kind old mudder, dere let me live and die. 

One little hut among de bushes, one dat I love, 

Still sadly to my memory rushes, no matter where I rove. 

When will I see de bees a-humming all round de comb ? 

When will I hear de lianjo tumming, down in my good old home ? 

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I'S GWINE BACK TO DIXIE. 

I 's gwine back to Dixie, 

No more I 's gwine to wander ; 
My heart 's turned back to Dixie, 
I can 't stay here no longer. 
I miss de old plantation, 
My home and my relation, 
My heart 's turned back to Dixie, 
And I must go. 

Chorus. — I 's gwine back to Dixie, 
I 's gwine back to Dixie, 
I 's gwine where de orange-blossoms grow ; 
For I hear the children calling, 
I see their sad tears falling, — 
My heart 's turned back to Dixie, 
And I must go. 

I 've hoed in fields of cotton, 

I 've worked upon the river ; 
I used to think, if I got off, 

I 'd go back there — no ; never. 
But time has changed the old man. 
His head is bending low. 
His heart 's turned back to Dixie, 
And he must go. 
Chorus. — I 's gwine back to Dixie, etc. 

I 'm travelling back to Dixie ; 
My step is slow and feeble, 
I pray the Lord to help me, 
And lead me from all evil. 

And, should my strength forsake me. 
Then, kind friends, come and take me ; 
My heart 's turned back to Dixie, 
And I must go. 
Cho7'us. — I 's gwine back to Dixie, etc. 



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SWING LOW, SWEE3T CHARIOT. 

Swing low, sweet chariot, coming for to carry me home. 
I looked over Jordan, and what did I see ? 

Coming for to carry me home ; 

A band of angels coming after me. 

Coming for to carry me home. 

Chorus. ■ — Swing low, sweet chariot, coming for to carry me home. 

The brightest day that ever I saw, 

Coming for to carry me home ; 
When Jesus washed my sins away. 

Coming for to carry me home. 

Chort4S. — Swing low, sweet chariot, coming for to carry me home. 

I 'm sometimes up, and sometimes down, 

Coming for to carry me home ; 
But still my soul feels heavenward bound. 

Coming for to carry me home. 
Chorus. — Swing low, sweet chariot, coming for to carry me home. 



THE FLAG OF OUR UNION. 

A song for our banner, the watchword recall. 
Which gave the Republic her station ; 
" United we stand, divided we fall ! " 
It made and preserves us a nation. 

Chorus. — - The union of lakes, the union of lands. 
The Union of States none can sever ; 
The union of hearts, the union of hands. 

And the Flag of our Union forever and ever — 
The Flag of our Union forever ! 

What God in His infinite wisdom designed, 
And armed with republican thunder. 

Not all the earth's despots and factions combined 
Have the power to conquer or sunder. 

Chorus. — The union of lakes, the union of lands, etc. 



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GOOD-BY, MY LOVER, GOOD-BY. 

I saw the steamer come round the bend ; 

Good-by, my lover, good-by. 
She 's loaded down with boys and men ; 

Good-by, my lover, good-by. 

Chorus. — By, baby, by. 
By, baby, by, 
By, baby, by, 
Good-by, my lover, good-by. 

The river is up, the channel is deep ; 

Good-by, my lover, good-by. 
Let the splash of your oars to the music keep ; 

Good-by, my lover, good-by. 

Chortts. — By, baby, by, etc. 

I '11 sing this song, I '11 sing no more ; 

Good-by, my lover, good-by. 
I 'm oft" to-day for a foreign ^ore ; 

Good-by, my lover, good-by. 

Chorus. — By, baby, by, etc. 

Yes, I '11 steer my bark to the evergreen shore ; 

Good-by, my lover, good-by. 
We '11 take one drink, we '11 take no more ; 

Good-by, my lover, good-by. 

Chorus. — By, baby, by, etc. 



I'M A HAPPY VOLUNTEER. 

I 'm a happy volunteer — 
I wish I wasn't here — 
I want to be at home with the army in the rear ; 
Swing low, sweet chariot, 
John Morgan 's got my mule ! 



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MASSA'S IN DB COLD GROUND. 



Round de meadows am a-ringing 

De darkies' mournful song, 
While de mocking-bird am singing — 

Happy as de day am long. 
Where de ivy am a-creeping 

O'er de grassy mound, 
Dar old massa am a-sleeping, 

Sleeping in de cold, cold ground. 

•Down in de corn-field 

Hear dat mournful sound ; 
All de darkies am a-weeping — 
Massa 's in de cold, cold ground. 



Chorus. 



Chorus. 



Massa makes de darkies lub him, 

Kase he was so kind ; 
Now dey sadly weep above him. 

Mourning kase he leave dem behind. 
I cannot work before to-morrow, 

Kase de tear-drops flow ; 
I try to drive away my sorrow, 

Pickin' on de ole banjo. 

Down in de corn-field, etc. 



SO SAY w:e3, all op us. 

So say we, all of us. 
So say we, all of us, 

So say we all. 
So say we, all of us, 
So say we, all of us. 
So say we, all of us, 

So say we all. 



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I AM CAPTAIN OF THE PINAFORE. 

Solo. — I am the captain of the " Pinafore ! " 
Chorus. — And a right good captain, too ! 

Solo. — You 're very, very good, and, be it understood, 
I command a right good crew. 
Chorus. — We 're very, very good, and, be it understood, 
He commands a right good crew. 
Solo. — Though related to a peer, I can hand, reef, and steer, 
And ship a selvagee ; 
I am nq.ver known to quail at the fury of a gale, 
And I 'm never, never sick at sea. 
Chorus. — What, never? 

Solo. — No ; never. 
Chorus. — What, never ? 

Solo. — Hardly ever. 
Chorus. — He 's hardly ever sick at sea ! 

Then give three cheers, and one cheer more. 
For the hardy captain of the " Pinafore " ! 
Solo. — I do my best to satisfy you all — 
Chorus. — And with you we 're quite content. 

Solo. — You 're exceedingly polite, and I think it only right 
To return the compliment. 
Chorus. — We 're exceedingly polite, and he thinks it only right 
To return the compliment. 
Solo. — Bad language or abuse I never, never use, 
Whatever the emergency ; 
Though " Bother it ! " I may occasionally say, 

I never use a big, big D . 

Chorus. — What, never ? 

Solo. — No ; never. 
Chorus. — What, ne^jer ? 

Solo. — Hardly ever. 
Chorus. — Hardly ever swears a big, big D- 



Then give three cheers, and one cheer more, 
For the well-bred captain of the " Pinafore " ! 



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OLD NOAH. 

Bress de Lord, I see old Noah ! 

Hal-la-lu, hal-la-lu-yah ! 
Bress de Lord, I see old Noah ! 

Hal-la-lu- YAH ! 

How d' ye know dat dat is Noah ? 

Hal-la-lu, hal-la-lu-yah ! 
How d' ye know dat dat is Noah ? 

Hal-la-lu- YAH ! 

Bekase I seed him in his ark, 

Hal-la-lu, hal-la-lu-yah ! 
Bekase I seed him in his ark, 

Hal-la-lu-YAH ! 

Bress de Lord, I see old 'Lijah ! 

Hal-la-lu, hal-la-lu-yah ! 
Bress de Lord, I see old 'Lijah ! 

Hal-la-lu-YAH ! 

How d' ye know dat dat is 'Lijah ? 

Hal-la-lu, hal-la-lu-yah ! 
How d' ye know dat dat is 'Lijah ? 

Hal-la-lu-YAH ! 

Kase I seed him in his chariot, 

Hal-la-lu, hal-la-lu-yah ! 
Kase I seed him in his chariot, 

Hal-la-lu-YAH ! 

Bress de Lord, I's gwine to glory! 

Hal-la-lu, hal-la-lu-yah ! 
Bress de Lord, I 's gwine to glory ! 

Hal-la-lu-YAH ! 

How d' ye know dat ye 's gwine to glory ? 

Hal-la-lu, hal-la-lu-yah ! 
How d' ye know dat ye 's gwine to glory ? 

Hal-la-lu-YAH ! 

Kase I feels it in my bones, 

Hal-la-lu, hal-la-lu-yah ! 
Kase I feels it in my Irenes, 

Hal-la-lu- YAH ! 



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FLAG OP THE HEROES. 

Flag of the heroes who left us their glory, 

Borne through the battle-field's thunder and flame, 

Blazoned in song, and illumined in story. 
Wave o'er us all who inherit their fame. 
Chorus. — Up with our banner bright, sprinkled with starry light, 
Spread its fair emblems from mountain to shore ; 

While through the sounding sky loud rings the nation's cry- 
Union and Liberty ! One evermore ! 

Light of the firmament, guide of our nation, 
Pride of her children, and honored afar. 

Let the wide beams of thy full constellation 
Scatter each cloud that would darken a star. 
Chorus. — Up with our banner bright, etc. 

Lord of the Universe, shield us and guide us. 
Trusting Thee always, in shadow or sun ; 

Thou hast united us, who shall divide lis ? 
Keep us, oh, keep us, the many in one ! 
Chorus. — Up with our banner bright, etc. 



WE OLD BOYS. 

'Twas side by side, as comrades dear, in dark days long ago, 
We fought the fight without a fear, and rendered blow for lilow. 
In battle, march, or prison-pen, each unto each was true. 
As beardless boys became strong men, and braved the long war through. 
Chorus. — We are the boys, the gay old boys, who marched in Sixty-one; 
We '11 ne'er forget old times, my boys, 
When you and I were young. 

And tho', through all these years of peace, we 've somewhat older grown, 
The spirit of those early days we'll ever proudly own; 
Our grand old flag is just as fair as in the trying time 
When traitors sought its folds to tear, and we suppressed the crime. 
Chorus. — We are the boys, the gay old boys, e/e. 

What if grim age creeps on apace? our souls shall not grow old. 
But we will stand as in the days when we were warriors bold ; 
We stood for right, for our dear land, for home, and all that 's true ; 
So finnly clasp hand unto hand, and comradeship renew. 
Chorus. — We are the boys, the gay old boys, etc. 

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CROW SONG. 

Solo. — There were three crows sat on a tree ; 

Chorus. — Oh! Billy Magee, Magar! 
Solo. — There were three crows sat on a tree ; 
Chorus. — Oh ! Billy Magee, Magar ! 
There were three crows sat on a tree, 
And they were black as crows could be; 
And they all flapped their wings, and cried 

Caw ! Caw ! Caw ! 
And they all flapped their wings, and cried 

Billy Magee, Magar! 
Said one old crow unto his mate ; 
Oh ! Billy Magee, Magar ! 
Said one old crow unto his mate ; 
Oh ! Billy Magee, Magar ! 
Said one old crow unto his mate, 
" What shall we do for grub to eat ? " 
And they all flapped their wings, and cried 

Caw ! Caw ! Caw ! 
And they all flapped their wings, and cried 
Billy Magee, Magar ! 
" There lies a horse on yonder plain ; 

Oh ! Billy Magee, Magar ! 
" There lies a horse on yonder plain ; 

Oh! Billy Magee, Magar! 
" There lies a horse on yonder plain, 
Who 's by some cruel butcher slain." 
And they all flapped their wings, and cried 

Caw ! (^aw ! Caw ! 
And they all flapped their wings, and cried 
Billy Magee, Magar! 
" We '11 perch ourselves on his backbone ; 

Oh ! Billy Magee, Magar ! 
" We '11 perch ourselves on his backbone ; 

Oh! Billy Magee, Magar! 
" We '11 perch ourselves on his backbone. 
And pick his eyes out, one by one." 
And they all flapped their wings, and cried 

Caw ! Caw ! Caw ! 
And they all flapped their wings, and cried 
Billy Magee, Magar ! 

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THE REGULAR ARMY, O! 

Three years ago, this very day, we went to Governor's Isle 

For to stand forninst the cannon, in true mihtary style ; 

Siventeen American dollars each month we surely get 

For to carry a gun and bagnet with a regimental step. 

We had our choice of going to the army or to jail, 

Or it's up the Hudson river, with a copper, take a sail. 

Oh, we puckered up our courage, wid bravery we did go ; 

Oh, we cursed the day we went away wid the Regular Army, O ! 

Chorus. — There was Sergeant John Mc-Caf-fe-ry, 

And Captain Don-a-hue ; 
Oh, they make us march and toe the mark, 

In gallant " Company Q " ; 
Oh, the drums may roll, upon me soul 

This is the way we'd go — 
Forty miles a day, on beans and hay, 

In the Regular Army, O ! 

We went to Arizony, for to fight the Injuns there ; 

Came near being made bald-headed, but they never got our hair ; 

We lay among the ditches in the yellow, dirty mud. 

And we never saw an onion, a turnip, or a spud. 

Oh, we were taken prisoners, conveyed forninst the Chafe ; 

Oh, he said, "We'll make an Irish stew ! " the dirty Indian thafe. 

On the telegraphic wire we walked to Mexico ; 

We bless the day we skipped away from the R.egular Army, O ! 

Chorus. — There was Sergeant John Mc-Caf-fe-ry, etc. 

We've corns upon our heels, my lioys, and bunions on our toes; 

While lugging a gun in the red-hot sun puts freckles on our nose. 

England has its Gren-a-diers, France has its Zoo-zoos, 

The U. S. A. never changes, they say, but continually wears the blues. 

When we are out upon parade, we must have our muskets bright, 

Or they '11 slap us in the guard-house to pass away the night. 

And, when we want a furlough, to the Colonel we do go ; 

He says, Go to bed, and wait till you 're dead in the Regular Army, O ! 

Chorus. — There was Sergeant John Mc-Caf-fe-ry, dr. 



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TENTING ON THE OLD CAMP-GROUND. 

We're tenting to-night on the old camp-ground; 

Give us a song to cheer 
Our weary hearts, a song of home 

And friends we love so dear. 

Chorus. — Many are the hearts that are weary to-night, 
Wishing for the war to cease ; 
Many are the hearts looking for the riglit, 

To see the dawn of peace. 
Tenting to-night, tenting to-night, 

Tenting on the old camp-ground. 

We 've been tenting to-night on the old camp-ground, 

Thinking of days gone by. 
Of the loved ones at home that gave us the hand. 

And the tear that said " Good-by ! " 

Chorus. — Many are the hearts that are weary to-night, etc. 

We are tired of war on the old camp-ground ; 

Many are dead and gone 
Of the brave and true who've left their homes ; 

Others been wounded long. 
Chorus. — Many are the hearts that are weary to-night, etc. 

We 've been fighting to-day on the old camp-ground, 

Many are lying near ; 
Some are dead, and some are dying, — 

Many are in tears. 

Chorus. — Many are the hearts that are weary to-night. 
Wishing for the war to cease ; 
Many are the hearts looking for the right, 

To see the dawn of peace. 
Dying to-night, dying to-night. 

Dying on the old camp-ground. 



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A JilFE ON THE OCEAN WAVE. 

A life on the ocean wave ! 

A home on the rolling deep ! 
Where the scattered waters rave, 

And the winds their revels keep. 
Like an eagle caged I pine 

On this dull, unchanging shore ; 
Oh, give me the flashing brine. 

The spray, and the tempest's roar ! 

Chorus. — A life on the ocean wave ! 

A home on the rolling deep ! 
Where the scattered waters rave. 
And the winds their revels keep. 

Once more on the deck I stand 

Of my own swift-gliding craft ; 
Set sails ! farewell to the land ! 

The gale follows fair abaft. 
We shoot through the sparkling foam 

Like an ocean-bird set free ; 
Like the ocean-bird, our home 

We 'II find far out on the sea. 

CJionis. — A life on the ocean wave ! etc. 

The land is no longer in view. 

The clouds have begun to frown ; 
But, with a stout vessel and crew. 

We '11 say. Let the storm come down ! 
And the song of our hearts shall be, 

While the winds and the waters rave, 
A life on the heaving sea ! 

A home on the bounding wave ! 

C/iorus. — A life on the ocean wave ! etc. 



38 



IT'S A 'WAY WE HAVE IN THE ARMY. 

It 's a way we have in the army, 
It 's a way we have in the army, 
It 's a way we have in the army. 

To drive dull care away. 

To drive dull care away. 

To drive dull care away. 
It 's a way we have in the army. 
It 's a way we have in the army, 
It 's a way we have in the army, 

To drive dull care away. 
For we think it is quite right, sir. 
On our regular Wednesday night, sir, 
To get most gloriously tight, sir. 

To drive dull care away. 

To drive dull care away. 

To drive dull care away. 

It 's a way we have in the army. 

It 's a way we have in the army. 

It 's a way we have in the army, 

• To drive dull care away. 



VICTORY AT LAST. 

For many years we 've waited to hail the day of peace. 
When our land shall be united, and war and strife shall cease ; 
And now that day approaches, the drums are beating fast. 
And all the boys are coming home — there 's victory at last. 

C/iorus. — There 's victory at last, boys ; victory at last ! 

O'er land and sea our flag is free, we '11 nail it to the mast ; 
Yes, we '11 nail it to the mast, boys ; nail it to the mast ; 
For there 's victory, victory, victory at last. 

The heroes who have gained it, and lived to see that day. 
We will meet with flying banners and honors on the way ; 
And all their sad privations shall to the wind be cast. 
For all the boys are coming home — there's victory at last. 

Oh, happy wives and children, light up your hearts and homes. 
For, see, with martial music, " the conquering hero comes," 
With flags and streamers flying, while drums are beating fast ; 
For all the boys are coming home — victory at last. 

39 



A YANKEE SHIP AND A YANKEE CRE"W. 

A Yankee ship and a Yankee crew, 

Tally-hi-ho ! you know ! 
O'er the bright blue waves like a sea-bird flew, 

Singing, Hey ! aloft and alow ! 
Her sails are spread to the fairy breeze. 

The spray sparkling as thrown from her prow. 
Her flag is the proudest that floats on the seas, 

When homeward she 's steering now. 

Chorus. — A Yankee ship and a Yankee crew, 
Tally-hi-ho ! you know ! 
O'er the bright blue waves like a sea-bird flew. 
Singing, Hey ! aloft and alow ! 

A Yankee ship and a Yankee crew, 

Tally-hi-ho ! you know ! 
With hearts aboard both gallant and true. 

The same aloft and alow. 
The blackened sky and the whistling wind 

Foretell the approach of a gale. 
And home and its joys flit over each mind ; 

Husbands, lovers, on deck there ! a sail ! 
Distress is the word ! God speed them through ! 

Bear a hand aloft and alow ! 
Chorus. — A Yankee ship and a Yankee crew, etc. 

A Yankee ship and a Yankee crew, 

Tally-hi-ho ! you know ! 
Freedom defends the land where it grew — 

We 're free, aloft and alow ! 
Bearing down is a ship in regal pride. 

Defiance at each mast-head ; 
She 's wrecked, and the one bears that floats alongside. 

The stars and stripes, — still to victory wed, — - 
That ne'er strike to a foe while the sky is blue, 

Or a tar 's aloft and alow. 

Chorus. — A Yankee ship and a Yankee crew, etc. 



40 



"WHEN JOHNISTY COMES MARCHING HOME. 

When Johnny comes marching home again ; 

Hurrah ! hurrah ! 
We '11 give him a hearty welcome then ; 

Hurrah ! hurrah ! 
The men will cheer, the boys will shout, 
The ladies they will all turn out, 
And we '11 all feel gay 

When Johnny comes marching home. 

The old church bell will peal with joy ; 

Hurrah ! hurrah ! 
To welcome home our darling boy ; 

Hurrah ! hurrah ! 
The village lads and lasses say 
With roses they will strew the way, 
And we '11 all feel gay 

When Johnny comes marching home. 

Get ready for the jul^ilee; 

Hurrah ! hurrah ! 
We '11 give the hero three times three ; 

Hurrah ! hurrah ! 
The laurel wreath is ready now 
To place upon his loyal brow. 
And we '11 all feel gay 

When Johnny comes marching home. 

Let love and friendship on that day, 

Hurrah ! hurrah ! 
Their choicest pleasures then display ; 

Hurrah ! hurrah ! 
And let each one perform some part 
To fill with joy the warrior's heart. 
And we '11 all feel gay 

When Johnny comes marching home. 



41 



AULD LANG SYNE. 

Should auld acquaintance be forgot, 
And never brought to min' ? 

Should auld acquaintance be forgot, 
And days o' auld lang syne ? 

Chojus. — For auld lang syne, my dear, 
For auld lang syne ; 
We '11 tak' a cup o' kindness yet, 
For auld lang syne. 

We twa ha'e run about the braes 

And pu't the gowans <ine ; 
But we 've wandered mony a weary foot 

Sin' auld lang syne. 

Chorus. — For auld lang syne, my dear, etc. 

We twa ha'e paidl't i' the burn 

Frae mornin' sun till dine ; 
But seas between us braid ha'e roared 

Sin' auld lang syne. 

Chorus. — For auld lang syne, my dear, etc. 

And here 's a hand, my trusty fiere. 

And gi'e 's a hand o' thine ; 
And we '11 tak' a right guid willie-waught. 

For auld lang syne. 

Chorus. — For auld lang syne, my dear, etc. 

And surely ye '11 be your pint-stowp, 

And surely I '11 be mine ; 
And we '11 tak' a cup o' kindness yet 

For auld lang syne. 

Chorus. — For auld lang syne, my dear, etc. 



42 



THEY ARE COMING FROM THE "WARS. 

They are coming from the wars, 

They are bringing home their scars, 
They are bringing back the old flag, too, in glory ; 

They have battled long and well, 

And let after ages tell 
How they won the proudest name in song or story ! 

They have broken up their camps, 

They are laughing o'er their tramps, 
They are joking with the girls who flock around them ; 

They have left the scanty fare. 

They have left the fetid air. 
They have dashed to earth the prison walls that bound them. 

Chorus. — They are coming from the wars, 

They are bringing back the old flag, too, in glor)' ; 

They are bringing home their scars, 
They have won the proudest name in song or story. 

We are eager with our thanks. 

We are pressing on their ranks. 
We are grasping hands that held the stars unbroken ; 

Yet we sadly think of those 

Who are sleeping with their foes, 
And our trembling tongues give welcome sadly spoken. 

But the long delay is past. 

They have brought us peace at last. 
And how proudly through our veins the blood is bounding 

As we bless our honored dead. 

While the steady, martial tread 
Of returning vet'rans in our ears is sounding. 

Chorus. — They are coming from the wars, etc. 



43 



BABYLON IS FALLEN. 

Do n't you see de black clouds rising ober yonder, 

Whar de massa's ole plantation am ? 
Neber you be frightened, dem is only darkeys 
Come to jine and fight for Uncle Sam. 
Chorus. — Look out dar, now ! we 's a-gwine to shoot ! 
Look out dar ! do n't you understand ? 
Babylon is fallen ! Babylon is fallen ! 
An' we 's gwine to occupy de land. 

Do n't you see de lightnin' flashin' in de cane-brake, 

Like as if we gwine to hab a storm ? 
No ; you is mistaken, — 't is de darkeys' bay'nets, 

An' de buttons on dar uniform. 
Chorus. — Look out dar, now ! we 's a-gwine to shoot ! etc. 

'Way up in de cornfield, whar you hear de tunder, 

Dat is our ole forty-pounder gun ; 
When de shells are missin', den we load with punkins. 
All de same to make de rebels run. 
Chorus. — Look out dar, now ! we 's a-gwine to shoot ! etc. 

Massa was de Kernel in de rebel anny, 

Eber since he went an' run away ; 
But his lubly darkeys dey has been a-watchin', 

An' dey take him pris'ner tudder day. 
Chorus. — Look out dar, now ! we 's a-gwine to shoot ! etc. 

We will be de massa, he will be de servant, — ■ 

Try him how he like it for a spell ; 
So we crack de butt'nuts, so we take de kernel, 

So de cannon carry l^ack de shell. 
Chorus. — Look out dar, now ! we 's a-gwine to shoot ! etc. 



44 



SONG OF THE SOLDIERS. 

By Companion Brevet Brigadier-General Charles G. Halpine. 

Comrades, known in marches many, 
Comrades, tried in dangers many, 
Comrades, bound by memories many. 

Brothers ever let us be. 
Wounds or sickness may divide us. 
Marching orders may divide us, 
But, whatever fate betide us, 

Brothers of the heart are we. 

Comrades, known by faith the clearest, 
Tried when death was near and nearest, 
Bound are we by ties the dearest, 

Brothers evermore to be. 
And, if spared, and growing older, 
Shoulder still in line with shoulder. 
And with hearts no thrill the colder. 

Brothers ever we shall be. 

By communion of the banner — 
Crimson, white, and starry banner — 
By the baptism of the banner, 

Children of one church are we ; 
Creed nor faction can divide us. 
Race nor language can divide us, 
Still, whatever fate betide us, 

Children of the flag are we. 



SEE-SAW. 

See-saw, see-saw, now we 're up or down ; 
See-saw, see-saw, now we 're off to London town ; 
See-saw, see-saw, boys and girls come out and play ; 
See-saw, see-saw, on this our half-holiday. 



45 



MARCHING THROUGH GEORGIA. 

Bring the good old bugle, boys ! we will sing another song ; 
Sing it with a spirit that will start the world along — 
Sing it as we used to sing it, fifty thousand strong, 
While we were marching through Georgia. 

Chorus. — " Hurrah ! hurrah ! we bring the Jubilee ! 

Hurrah ! hurrah ! the flag that makes you free ! " 
So we sang the chorus from Atlanta to the sea, 
While we were marching through Georgia. 

How the darkeys shouted when they heard the joyful sound ! 
How the turkeys gobbled which our commissary found ! 
How the sweet potatoes, even, started from the ground 
While we were marching through Georgia ! 

Chortts. — " Hurrah ! hurrah ! we bring the Jubilee ! etc. 

Yes ; and there were Union men who wept with joyful tears 
When they saw the honored flag they had not seen for years; 
Hardly could they be restrained from breaking forth in cheers 
While we were marching through Georgia. 
Chorus. — " Hurrah ! hurrah ! we bring the Jubilee ! etc. 

" Sherman's dashing Yankee boys will never reach the coast !" 
So the saucy rebels said, and 'twas a handsome boast. 
Had they not forgot, alas ! to reckon on a host. 
While we were marching through Georgia. 
Cho7'us. — " Hurrah ! hurrah ! we bring the Jubilee ! etc. 

So we made a thoroughfare for Freedom and her train — 
Sixty miles in latitude, three hundred to the main ; 
Treason fled before us, for resistance was in vain. 
While we were marching through Georgia. 
Chorus. — " Hurrah ! hurrah ! we bring the Jubilee ! etc. 



46 



IN THE MORNING, BY THE BRIGHT LIGHT. 

I 'm gwine away by the light of the moon, 

Want all the children for to follow me ; 
I hope I '11 meet you darkeys soon, 

Halle, halle, halle, hallelujah ! 
So tell the brothers that you meet. 

Want all the children for to follow me. 
That I will travel on my feet ; 

Halle, halle, halle, hallelujah ! 

Chorus. — In the morning, morning, by the bright light, 
Hear Gabriel's trumpet in the morning. 

Go get a match and light that lamp. 

Want all the children for to follow me ; 
And show me the way to the soldiers' camp, 

Halle, halle, halle, hallelujah ! 
We '11 have beefsteak and sparerib stew. 

Want all the children for to follow me ; 
And nice boiled onions, dipped in dew, 

Halle, halle, halle, hallelujah ! 

Chorus. — In the morning, morning, by the bright light, etc. 

I '11 take my old banjo along. 

Want all the children for to follow me ; 
In case the boys should sing a song, 

Halle, halle, halle, hallelujah ! 
For no one has to pay no fare. 

Want all the children for to follow me ; 
So do n't forget to curl your hair, 

Halle, halle, halle, hallelujah ! 

Chorus. — In the morning, morning, liy the bright light, etc. 



47 



KINGDOM COMING. 

Say, darkeys, hab you seen old massa, 

Wid de muffstash on his face. 
Go 'long de road some time dis mornin', 

Like he gwine to leab de place ? 
He seen a smoke, 'way up de ribber, 

Whar de Linkum gunboats lay ; 
He took his hat, an' lef ' berry sudden, 

An' I 'spec' he 's run away ! 

CJiorits. — De massa run ? ha ! ha ! 

De darkey stay ? ho ! ho ! 
It mus' be now de kingdom comin', 

An' de year ob Jubilo ! 
It mus' be now de kingdom comin', 

An' de year ob Jubilo ! 

He six foot one way, four foot tudder, 

An' he weigh tree hundred pound ; 
His coat so big, he could n't pay de tailor, 

An' it won't go half-way round. 
He drill so much, dey call him "Cap'n," 

An' he get so dreftul tanned, 
I 'spec' he try an' fool dem Yankees 

For to tink he 's contraband. 

De darkeys feel so lonesome liljbing 

In de log-house on de lawn, 
Dey move dar tings to massa's parlor 

For to keep it while he 's gone. 
Dar 's wine and cider in de kitchen, 

An' de darkeys dey '11 hab some ; 
I s'pose they '11 all be cornfiscated 

When de Linkum sojers come. 

De oberseer he make us trouble. 

An' he dribe us round a spell ; 
We lock him up in de smoke-house cellar, 

Wid de key trown down de well. 
De whip is lost, de han'-cuff broken. 

But de massa '11 hab his pay ; 
He 's ole enough, big enough, ought to known lietter 

Dan to went an' run away. 

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KEEP IN DE MIDDLE OB DE ROAD. 

I hear dem angels calling loud, 

Keep in de middle ob de road ; 
Dey 're a-waiting in dar in a great big crowd, 

Keep in de middle ob de road. 
I see dem stand 'round de big white gate, 
We must trabble along 'fore we get too late, 
For 't ain't no use to sit down and wait ; 

Keep in de middle ob de road. 
Chorus. — Den, children, keep in de middle ob de road. 
Den, children, keep in de middle ob de road. 

Don't you? 
Den, children, keep in de middle ob de road, 
Den, children, keep in de middle ob de road, 

Do n't you ? 
Look to the right ; do n't you look to the left. 

But keep in de middle ob de road. 
Look to the right ;« do n't you look to the left, 

But keep in de middle ob de road. 

Dis world am full of sinful things. 

Keep in de middle ob de road ; 
When de feet gets tired put on de wings, 

Keep in de middle ob de road. 
If you lay down on de road to die. 
And you watch dem angels in de sky. 
You kin put on your wings, and git up and fly ; 

Keep in de middle ob de road. 

Chorus. — Den, children, keep in de middle ob de road, etc. 



49 



THE FREEDOM OF THE SEAS. 

Ye sons of free Columbia, whose fathers dared the waves, 
The battle and the wilderness, to shun the fate of slaves ; 
The rights they bled for and maintain where'er a wave can flow, 
And be free on the sea, in despite of every foe. 

Chorus. — Though tyrants frown and cannon roar, 
And the angry tempests blow, 
We '11 be free on the sea. 
In despite of every foe. 

High o'er her misty mountain-tops Columbia's eagle soars, 
And sees two mighty oceans roll their tribute to her shores ; 
The Atlantic and the Pacific wave for us alike shall flow, 
And we '11 be free on the sea, in despite of every foe. 
Chorus. — Though tyrants frown and cannon roar, eic. 

Columbus, first of mariners, to us bequeathed his name. 
The ocean's first great conqueror resigned to us his claim ; 
From east to west, and round the globe, where'er a wave can flow. 
We '11 be free on the sea, in despite of every foe. 

Chorus. — Though tyrants frown and cannon roar, etc. 

Our sires were Britons, and 't is heaven's immutable decree 
That sons of Britons ne'er shall yield the freedom of the sea ; 
Our home, as theirs, is on the wave, and, where a wave can flow. 
We '11 be free on the sea, in despite of every foe. 

Chorus. — Though tyrants frown and cannon roar, eic. 

Spread wide your arms, ye sturdy oaks ; ye lofty pines ascend ! 
Hark ! from your hills our navy calls your towering tops to bend. 
Now spread the canvas to the gale, and, where a wave can flow. 
We'll be free on the sea, in despite of every foe. 

Chorus. — Though tyrants frown and cannon roar, etc. 

Columbia's eagle flag shall fly all fearless o'er the flood, 
To every friendly name a dove — to foes a bird of blood. 
We '11 bear the blessings of our land where'er a wave can flow. 
And be free of the sea, in despite of every foe. 

Chorus. — Though tyrants frown and cannon roar, etc. 



50 



WE DRANK FROM THE SAME CANTEEN. 

By Companion Brevet Brigadier-General Charles G. Halpine. 

There are bonds of all sorts in this world of ours, 
Fetters of friendship and ties of flowers, 

And true lovers' knots, I ween ; 
The girl and the boy are bound by a kiss, 
But there 's never a bond, old friend, like this — 

We have drunk from the same canteen ! 

It was sometimes water, and sometimes milk. 
And sometimes applejack, fine as silk ; 

But, whatever the tipple has been. 
We shared it together, in bane or bliss, 
And I warm to you, friend, when I think of this — 

We have drunk from the same canteen ! 

The rich and the great sit down to dine. 

And they quaff to each other in sparkling wine. 

From glasses of crystal and green ; 
But I guess in their golden potations they miss 
The warmth of regard to be found in this — 

We have drunk from the same canteen ! 

We have shared our blankets and tents together, 

We have marched and fought in all kinds of weather. 

And hungry and full we have been ; 
Had days of battle and days of rest. 
But this memory I cling to and love the best — 

We have drunk from the same canteen ! 

For, when wounded I lay on the outer slope. 

With my blood flowing fast, and with but little hope 

Upon which faint spirit could lean. 
Oh, then, I remember, you crawled to my side. 
And, bleeding so fast it seemed both must have died. 

We drank from the same canteen ! 



SI 



GOOD-BY. 

Farewell, farewell is a lonely sound, 

And always brings a sigh ; 
But give to me, when loved ones part, 

That sweet old word, " good-by." 

That sweet old word, " good-by ; " 

That sweet old word, "good-by." 
But give to me, when loved ones part, 

That good old word, "good-by." 

Farewell, farewell may do for the gay. 
When pleasure's throng is nigh, 

But give to me that better word, 

That comes from the heart, "good-by." 
That comes from the heart, "good-by; " 
That comes from the heart, "good-by." 

But give to me that better word, 

That comes from the heart, "good-by." 

Adieu, adieu, we hear it oft. 

With a tear, perhaps with a sigh ; 

But the heart feels most when the lips move not. 
And the eye speaks the gentle "good-by." 
And the eye speaks the gentle "good-by; " 
And the eye speaks the gentle " good-by." 

But the heart feels most when the lips move not. 
And the eye speaks the gentle " good-by." 

Farewell, farewell is never heard 

When the tear 's in the mother's eye ; 

Adieu, adieu, she speaks it not. 
But my love, " good-by, good-by." 
But my love, " good-by, good-by ; " 
But my love, " good-by, good-by." 

Adieu, adieu, she speaks it not, 
But my love, "good-by, good-by." 



52 



FREEDOM'S FLAG. 

Our country's flag ! O emblem dear 

Of all the soul loves best ! 
What glories in thy folds appear, 

Let noble deeds attest. 
Thy presence on the field of strife 

Enkindled valor's flame; 
Around thee, in the hour of peace, 

We twine our nation's fame. 

Chorus. — Then hurrah ! hurrah for Freedom's Flag ! 
We hail, with ringing cheers, 
Its glowing bars and clustering stars, 
That have braved a hundred years. 

Beneath thy rays our fathers bled 

In freedom's holy cause ; 
Where'er to heaven thy folds outspread, 

Prevail sweet freedom's laws. 
Prosperity has marked thy course 

O'er all the land and sea ; 
Thy favored sons, in distant climes, 

Still fondly look to thee. 

C/iorus. — Then hurrah ! hurrah for Freedom's Flag! elc. 

Proud banner of the noble free ! 

Emblazoned from on high ! 
Long may thy folds, unsoiled, reflect 

The glories of the sky ! 
Long may thy land be Freedom's land, 

Thy homes with virtue bright, 
Thy sons a brave, united band. 

For God, for Truth, and Right ! 

Chorus. — Then hurrah! hurrah for Freedom's Flag! etc. 



53 



MY JOHNNY WAS A SHOEMAKER. 

My Johnny was a shoemaker, 

And dearly he loved me ; 
My Johnny was a shoemaker, 

But now he 's gone to sea, 
With nasty tar to soil his hands, 

And sail across the briny sea. 
My Johnny was a shoemaker. 

His jacket was a deep sky-blue. 

And curly was his hair. 
His jacket was a deep sky-blue, — 

It was, I do declare ! 
To reef the topsails he has gone, 

To sail across the briny sea. 
My Johnny was a shoemaker. 

A captain he will be, by-and-by. 
With a sword and spy-glass, too ; 

A captain he will be, by-and-by, 
With a brave and valiant crew ; 

And, when he gets a vessel of his own. 
He '11 come back and marry me. 

My Johnny was a shoemaker. 

And, when I am a captain's wife, 
I '11 sing the whole day long ; 

Yes, when I am a captain's wife. 
And this will be my song — 
" May peace and plenty bless our day, 
And the little one upon our knee." 

My Johnny was a shoemaker. 



54 



THE SAILOR'S CONSOLATION. 

One night came on a hurricane, 

The sea was mountains rolHng, 
When Barney BuntHne turned his quid, 

And said to Billy Bowling, 
" A strong sou'wester 's blowing. Bill, 

Oh, don't you hear it roar, now ? 
Lord help 'em ! how I pities all 

Unhappy folks on shore now ! 

" Foolhardy chaps what live in towns. 

What dangers they are all in. 
And now lie quaking in their beds 

For fear the roof should fall in ; 
Poor creatures ! how they envy us. 

And wishes (I 've a notion) 
For our good luck, in such a storm, 

To be upon the ocean. 

" And as for them who 're out all day 

On bus'ness from their houses, 
And, late at night, are coming home 

To cheer their babes and spouses, — 
While you and I, Bill, on the deck 

Are comfortably lying. 
My eyes, what tiles and chimney-pots 

About their heads are flying ! 

" And often have we seamen heard 

How men are killed and undone 
By overturns of carriages, 

And thieves, and fires in London. 
We know what risks all landsmen run — 

From noblemen to tailors ; 
Then, Bill, let us thank Providence 

That you and I are sailors ! " 



55 



HAIL, COLUMBIA. 

Hail, Columbia, happy land ! 
Hail, ye heroes, heaven-born band ! 

"Who fought and bled in freedom's cause, 
And, when the storm of war was gone. 
Enjoyed the peace your valor won ; 
Let independence be your boast, 
Ever mindful what it cost ; 
Ever grateful for the prize. 
Let its altar reach the skies. 

Chorus. — Firm, united let us be, 

Rallying round our liberty ; 
As a band of brothers joined. 
Peace and safety we shall find. 

Immortal patriots, rise once more ! 
Defend your rights, defend your shore ; 
Let no rude foe, with impious hand. 
Invade the shrine where sacred lies 
Of toil and blood the well-earned prize. 
While offering peace, sincece and just. 
In heaven we place a manly trust 
That truth and justice may prevail, 
And every scheme of bondage fail. 

C/ionis. — Firm, united let us be, etc. 

Sound, sound the trump of fame ! 
Let Washington's great name 

Ring through the world with loud applause ! 
Let every clime to freedom dear 
Listen with a joyful ear ; 
With equal skill, with steady power. 
He governs in the fearful hour 
Of horrid war, or guides with ease 
The happier time of honest peace. 

Chorus. — Firm, united let us be, etc. 



56 



THE ARMY AND NAVY. 

Soldier. — Oh, give me the tented field, 
With martial colors flying. 
As long as my arm can wield 
The sword in my girdle lying. 
Sailor. — Let me have the rolling tide, 

The chase, and the raging battle, 
The roar of the bold broadside. 

And the sound of the cannon's rattle. 
Soldier. — Oh, a soldier's life for me. 

The march and the bugle sounding. 
Sailor. — But a sailor's bold and free 

As the bark o'er the ocean bounding. 
Soldier. — Though the same green turf we tread 
May be the soldier's pillow ; 
Sailor. — Though the blue sky 's overhead. 

And beneath, the trackless billow ; 
Chorus. — Still a sailor and a soldier. 

Yes, a soldier knows no fears. 
Yes, a sailor knows no fears. 

When the signal calls to battle, 
And the music that he hears 

Is the sound of the cannon's rattle. 

Soldier. — We 'd die for our native land. 
As our sires of old before us. 
In the fame of their patriot band. 
And the banner that waves o'er us. 
Sailor. — And, while woman's voice can cheer, 
Columbia's bold defenders 
Shall make her foes to fear 
The flag that ne'er surrenders. 
Soldier. — Oh, a soldier's life for me. 

And a soul with ardor burning. 
Sailor. — Oh, a life on the rolling sea. 

Yet for some bright smile returning. 
Soldier. — 'Mid the brave I 'd take my stand, 
The Anny now and ever ! 
Sailor. — In the cause of our native land 

Be the Navy mine forever ! 
Chorus. — For a sailor and a soldier, eic. 

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I'M AFLOAT. 

I 'm afloat, I 'm afloat on the fierce rolling tide, 
The ocean 's my home and my bark is my bride ; 
Up, up with my flag ! let it wave o'er the sea ; 
I 'm afloat, I 'm afloat, and the rover is free. 
I fear not the monarch, I heed not the law, 
I 've a compass to steer by, a dagger to draw ; 
And ne'er as a coward or slave will I kneel 
While my guns carry shot or my belt wears a steel. 
Quick, quick ! trim her sail ! let the sheet kiss the wind, 
And I 'II warrant we '11 soon leave the sea-gulls behind ; 
Up, up with my flag ! let it wave o'er the sea ; 
I 'm afloat, I 'm afloat, and the rover is free. 

The night gathers o'er us, the thunder is heard ; 
What matter ? our vessel skims on like a bird ; 
What to her is the dash of the storm-ridden main ? 
She has braved it before, and will brave it again. 
The fire-gleaming flashes around us may fall ; 
They may strike, they may cleave, but they cannot appall. 
With lightning above us, and darkness below. 
Through the wild waste of waters right onward we go. 
Hurrah ! my brave comrades, ye may drink, ye may sleep. 
The storm-flend is hushed, we're alone on the deep; 
Our flag of defiance still waves o'er the sea ; 
I 'm afloat, I 'm afloat, and the rover is free. 



COMRADES, JOIN THE FLAG OF GLORY. 

Comrades, join the flag of glory, cheerily tread the deck of fame, 
Earn a place in future story, seek and win a warrior's name. 

Yankee tars can laugh at danger while the roaring mountain wave 
Teems with carnage ; they are strangers to a deed that is not Ijrave. 

May our bannered stars as ever splendidly o'er freemen burn, 
Till the night of war is over, till the dawn of peace returns. 



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A 'VTET SHEET AND A FLOWING SEA. 

A wet sheet and a flowing sea, 

A wind that follows fast, 
And fills the white and rustling sail. 

And bends the gallant mast ; 
And bends the gallant mast, my boys. 

While, like an eagle free, 
Away the good ship flies, and leaves 

Columbia on our lee. 

Chorus. — Oh, give me a wet sheet, a flowing sea, 
And a wind that follows fast. 
And fills the white and rustling sail, 
And bends the gallant mast. 

Oh, for a soft and gentle wind ! 

I heard a fair one cry ; 
But give to me the roaring breeze, 

And white waves heaving high. 
And white waves heaving high, my boys. 

The good ship tight and free ; 
The world of waters is our home. 

And merry men are we. 

Chorus. — Oh, give me a wet sheet, a flowing sea, etc. 

There 's tempest in yon horned moon, 

And lightning in yon cloud. 
And hark the music, mariners, 

The wind is piping loud. 
The wind is piping loud, my boys. 

The lightning flashes free, 
While the hollow oak our palace is. 

Our heritage the sea. 

Chorus. — Oh, give me a wet sheet, a flowing sea, etc. 



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DIXIE'S LAND. 

I wish I was in de land ob cotton, 
Old times dar am not forgotten ; 
Look away ! look away ! look away ! Dixie Land ! 
In Dixie Land whar I was born in, 
Early on one frosty mornin' ; 
Look away ! look away ! look away ! Dixie Land ! 
Chorus. — Den I wish I was in Dixie ! hooray ! hooray ! 

In Dixie Land I '11 took my stand, to lib and die in Dixie ! 
Away, away, away down south in Dixie ! 

Old missus marry " VVill-de-weaber," 
Willium was a gay deceaber ; 
Look away ! look away ! look away ! Dixie Land ! 
But, when he put his arm around 'er. 
He smiled as fierce as a forty-pounder ; 
Look away ! look away ! look away ! Dixie Land ! 
Chorus. — Den I wish I was in Dixie ! etc. 

His face was sharp as a butcher's cleaber, 

But dat did not seem to greab 'er ; 
Look away ! look away ! look away ! Dixie Land ! 

Old missus acted de foolish part. 

And died for a man that broke her heart ; 
Look away ! look away ! look away ! Dixie Land ! 
Chorus. — Den I wish I was in Dixie ! etc. 

Now here 's a health to the next old missus, 

And all de gals dat want to kiss us ; 
Look away ! look away ! look away ! Dixie Land ! 

But, if you want to drive 'way sorrow. 

Come and hear dis song to-morrow ; 
Look away ! look away ! look away ! Dixie Land ! 
Chorus. — Den I wish I was in Dixie ! etc. 

Dar's buckwheat cakes an' Ingen batter, 

Makes you fat or a little fatter ; 
Look away ! look away ! look away ! Dixie Land ! 

Den hoe it down an' scratch your grabble. 

To Dixie's Land I 'm bound to trabble ; 
Look away ! look away ! look away ! Dixie Land ! 
Chorus. — Den I wish I was in Dixie ! etc. 

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INDEX. 



Annie Laurie 24 

America 25 

A lee-gangway song .... 26 

A life on the ocean wave . . 38 

A Yankee ship and Yankee crew 40 

Auld lang syne 42 

A wet sheet and a flowing sea 59 

Battle-hymn of the republic . 3 

Benny Havens 5 

Bugle calls 9 

Ba-be-bi-bo-bu 24 

Babylon is fallen 44 

Columbia, the gem of the ocean 1 1 

Columbia rules the sea ... 22 

Crow song 35 

Comrades, join the flag of glory 58 

Dixie's land 60 

Ever 1)6 happy 6 

Flowers that bloom in the spring 22 

Flag of the heroes .... 34 

Freedom's flag 53 

Glory, hallelujah 16 

Good-by, my lover, good-by . 30 

Good-by 52 

Heave away! heigh, 'O . . 8 



Hail, Columbia 5^ 

I 've got a little list .... 2 

In the Louisiana lowlands . . 17 

I wish I was old Stormy's son 23 

I 's gwine back to Dixie ... 28 

I 'm a happy volunteer ... 30 

I am captain of the Pinafore . 32 

It 's a way we have in the army 39 

In the morning, by the bright light 47 

I 'm afloat 58 

John Morgan 4 

Kingdom coming 48 

Keep in de middle ob de road . 49 

Love comes like a summer sigh 7 

Larboard watch 19 

Meerschaum pipe 15 

Massa's in de cold ground . . 31 

Marching through Georgia . . 46 

My Johnny was a shoemaker . 54 

Oh, Liverpool Jack .... 7 
Our flag's come back to Tennessee 1 8 

One wide river to cross ... 20 

Old folks at home 27 

Old Noah 33 

Oh, Gen'ral Taylor gained the day 1 7 



Rolling home .... 
Star-spangled banner . 

Sailing 

Swing low, sweet chariot 
So say we, all of us . . 
Song of the soldiers . . 

See-saw 

There is a glorious banner 
The pirates' glee . . . 
The army and the navy . 
The loyal legionier . . 
The mermaid .... 
The battle-cry of freedom 
Tramp, tramp, tramp 
The banner of the stars . 



19 
12 

20 
29 
31 
45 
45 
I 

7 

10 
10 

13 

H 

23 

27 



The flag of our union ... 29 

The regular army, O .... 36 
Tenting on the old camp-ground 37 

They are coming from the wars 43 

The freedom of the seas ... 50 

The sailor's consolation • • • 55 

The army and navy . . . . 57 

Uncle Ned 4 

Victory at last 39 

We sail the ocean blue ... 14 

Willow, titwillow 15 

Wake, Nicodemus .... 21 

We old boys 34 

When Johnny comes marching 41 

We drank from the same canteen 5 1 



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